Since Chad asked about it, I thought I'd post the picture in question. This picture was taken last month during the last mile of the Broad Street Run. It starts in North Philadelphia where you wouldn't dare tread unless you were surrounded by 20,000 other runners in the early morning. The entire course is a gradual descent (i.e. monotonically decreasing for those mathematically inclined readers) and is considered the fastest ten miler in the nation. Anyway, Kim took the picture and I thought I looked pretty good with the naval ships in the background until I looked closer. You'll notice that I'm behind a guy who sticks in his shirt (red arrow) and wears long socks (green arrow) and just barely in front of an older guy who looks like he is still trying to lose weight (yellow arrow). At about mile 9, I saw a guy in the distance who was losing control of his lower limbs. I looked to see if he had lost control of his bowels but fortunately for him he had not. Just as I passed him, he collapsed. Don't worry, he looked fine when I looked back.
Aiden also raced. He was proud to have won but doesn't understand the significance, or lack thereof, of winning in the absence of competition.
2 comments:
Well, at least it seems as though you are about ready to pass Blue-Shorts.
So did the shirt come off before or after the 2-mile mark?
It's funny, Kim had asked Aiden whether or not I'd be wearing a shirt when I crossed the finish line. They were both right.
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